Oct 2010
Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write.

Once in a while, I take long walks
And I think of you.

Sometimes I wish I knew your name
Or the city in which you live
Occasionally, while I look through the window,
I picture you in my mind.

Once in a while, when the rain wets my thoughts,
I dream of you.
by Tutinea ©
Ruth Miranda
Written by
Ruth Miranda  Valdivia-Chile
   M Hughes
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